| I’m a stranger in my hometown
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| In the neighborhood that made what I am now
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| Doesn’t look like any place I know
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| I keep wondering where did all the time go
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| It’s a wonder that I’m standing here
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| With all the battle scars that I’ve won through the years
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| It’s a wonder that I still believe
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| I still believe
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| The highs, the lows
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| The light that causes all my shadows
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| The pain you feel because you loved so
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| This life and all it’s crescendos
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| Standing in the memories
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| Before I knew who I would be
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| I remember life before I knew the pain
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| When life was a blank page
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| I was gunning for the open road
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| Thought my future would be perfectly paved in gold
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| Little did I know that I would be
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| Begging to relive my history
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| You never know it when you’re in the frame
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| Picture perfect doesn’t feel like anything
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| 'Til your memories taste so sweet
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| Those memories
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| The highs, the lows
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| The light that causes all my shadows
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| The pain you feel because you loved so
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| This life and all it’s crescendos
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| Standing in the memories
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| Before I knew who I would be
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| I remember life before I knew the pain
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| When life was a blank page
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| Staring at a dirt road
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| Wish I knew what I know
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| That every dream was better
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| Better unknown
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| Standing in the memories
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| Before I knew who I would be
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| I remember life before I knew the pain
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| When life was a blank page
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| Life was a blank page
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| It was never mine anyway
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| Oh, I can’t control a thing
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| 'Cause it was never my blank page |